Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

This is the first time that Quidditch has been held since the Triwizard Contest. Gryffindor faced Slytherin. After a year, no matter the students of the two houses or the dean of the college, they are secretly determined to see their side win. , despite, on the surface, how Snape and McGonagall showed a carefree demeanor.

In private, McGonagall had already exempted Gryffindor from homework for a week.Snape, on the other hand, almost pre-determined a daily court time limit.During training, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw players are often watching.It has to be said that the whole of Hogwarts attaches great importance to this first match between the two teams.

"Actually, if Gryffindor wins this time, I wouldn't be surprised at all. After all, Gryffindor has a new goalkeeper, not talking about experience, but just playing on the spot. In terms of Ron's usual performance, he is The reaction in the official match is really worrying." The day before the match, in the Great Hall, at lunchtime, Lilian was asking Malfoy about the progress of his Quidditch training.

Sitting next to Malfoy, Pansy sneered suddenly, "Miss Lillian is right. Choosing Ron as Gryffindor's goalkeeper is really a failure. I have seen their training, even the usual training. There are very few balls Ron can keep, let alone in real games. And, it is said, Warrington on our team has vowed to sweep Ron off the field himself on Saturday."

"Warrington?" Loki's doubtful voice came from the opposite side, and the three of Augustus walked into the hall from the door of the auditorium.

"With his aim, if it's someone close to Ron who's going to hit, I'm afraid Weasley needs to worry."

The smile on Pansy's face gradually disappeared, she stood up a little stiffly, and greeted Augustus.

He waved his hand slightly, signaling Pansy to sit down, then turned to Malfoy and said, "Draco, this match against Gryffindor is the first match since the resumption of the school year, and the school attaches great importance to it. So, Regardless of success or failure, be sure not to use any shady means."

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Malfoy's face, sensing the seriousness in Augustus' tone, he hurriedly made a solemn promise that he would not make another mistake.

October ended in storms, and November came, cold as iron, with a frost every morning, and icy winds cutting hands and cheeks.The sky and the ceiling of the Great Hall had turned a pale blue-gray, the mountains around Hogwarts had put on snowcaps, and the temperature in the castle had dropped so much that many students were wearing thick coats while resting in the corridors between classes. Thick dragonhide gloves.

The morning of the race was sunny and cold.

The stands are full of people.Someone was singing, players from both teams came onto the pitch from under the stands, cheers and whistles rang through the field.

The Slytherins were already standing there, also wearing the silver badge with the crown.The new captain, Montague, was about the same size as Dudley, with thick forearms like hairy hams.Behind him came the almost equally stout Crabbe and Goyle, blinking clumsily in the sun and swinging newly issued bats.Malfoy stood nearby, the sun glistening in his pale blond hair.He caught Harry's gaze, patted the silver badge on his chest, and smiled smugly.

"The lineup for this game is indeed very good," Lilian looked at the figures of the two teams on the field, with regret in her tone, "Slytherin's batsmen are Crabbe and Goyle, Gryffindor's goalkeepers It's Ron. From this point of view, it is indeed a unique competition."

Augustus frowned slightly as he looked at Gore Crabbe who was holding his broom tightly.

"Both captains shake hands," the referee called Mrs. Hooch, and Angelina and Montague came together.Harry could see that Montague wanted to snap Angelina's fingers off, but she didn't flinch. "Riding on a broom?"

Mrs. Hooch put the whistle in her mouth and blew hard.

Tee off and fourteen players soar into the air.

"Johnson, Johnson got the Quaffle," Lee's commentary echoed through the field as she dodged Warrington, dodged Montague, and she... ouch... she got hit by a Bludger coming from behind Crabbe calling?? Monty catches the Quaffle, Monty dribbles back?? George Weasley hits a nice Bludger that goes right over Monty's head, and he Lost the Quaffle, picked up by Katie Bell, Gryffindor Katie Bell back pass to Alicia Spinnett, Spinnett right away..."

"In terms of general strength and the overall quality of the players, Gryffindor is still slightly stronger." Sol looked at the golden figure leaping around the field, and sighed slightly.

"Well, after all, the Gryffindor team members have been working together for a long time, and now the only flaw is Ron, but he is the goalkeeper after all, and there are not many opportunities to break through this point. It depends on whether Slytherin can grasp it." Stay." Lilian calmly analyzed.

"Dodged a Warrington, dodged a Bludger... good hang, Alicia... the audience loved this, listen to the sound, what are they singing about?"

Lee stopped to listen.Augustus' face gradually turned ugly.The singing rose loudly from the silver and green sea of ​​Slytherins in the stands: Weasley is a fool, he can't block a ball, the Slytherins sing, Weasley is our king.

Weasley was born in the dustbin, he always put the ball in the goal, Weasley let me win this, Weasley is our king.

Lilian couldn't help but want to laugh.From the corner of his eye, Augustus's face became colder and colder.Put away the smile and try to suppress it.

"Aaliyah throws the ball back to Angelina!" Lee yelled.Harry turned, feeling his insides churn, knowing that Lee was trying to drown out the singing. "Warrington gallops around Aaliyah and Katie. He's getting closer to Ron"

The singing below became louder.Weasley is our king.

Weasley is our king, he always puts the ball in the goal, Weasley is our king.

Harry couldn't help himself, he couldn't stop looking for the Snitch, and turned to look at Ron, the lone figure on the other side of the field guarding the three goal rings, and the burly Warrington galloping towards him.

"Warrington gets the Quaffle, Warrington goes towards the goal, the Bludger can't catch him, only the keeper?"

The singing in the Slytherin stands suddenly became louder: Weasley, that little fool, he can't block a ball.

Cheers came from the Slytherin side: Ron swooped with his arms outstretched, and the Quaffle flew under his armpit, right through the center of the goal ring.